Before she sat down, Aunt Wang caught a glimpse of Ling Chunxi's face and gasped in surprise. "Your face, Miss. Your face… It's beautiful. Your skin is so good. What happened?"
"My skin recovered well. All right, that's enough Aunt Wang. Let's eat." Ling Chunxi smiled affectionately at Aunt Wang, thinking that she was making a mountain out of a molehill. However, as Ling Chunxi studied her reflection in the mirror in her room after breakfast, she saw that Aunt Wang wasn't exaggerating. In comparison to how her skin was before, the difference was heaven and earth. It was understandable why that rascal Ling Yuanhong couldn't recognize her to the point of daring to approach her. What a shame that decision turned out to be a death sentence for him.
